Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.